At nearly 80 years old, my body is approaching its sell by date. What do I want done with it once my personality dissolves, releasing the soul? Certainly not a “proper burial” — embalmed (blood vessels injected with poison) in order to “preserve the body” . . .

. . . then, if body is to be viewed, dressed in some kind of finery that others pick out (and I would never wear), face made up (I haven’t even worn lipstick for at least 50 years), placed in expensive casket, casket placed in concrete vault underground, with headstone saying (I’ve thought about this): Ann Renee Kreilkamp, 1942-20__: “She dedicated her life to opening space,” all in a row with other preserved, casketed, vaulted bodies under a formal grassy cemetery with trees here and there, forlornly waving.

And of course, if interred in a cemetery, the further it is from where those who loved me live, the more guilty they feel when they do not visit my grave often, or even seldom, or never!

Nor do I want to be cremated; though that solution is more and more trendy, and I once thought it a perfect solution, especially given the idea that my ashes could be scattered much the way I scattered husband Jeff’s ashes (in the Gros Ventre river, near Jackson Hole, where we lived in a yurt), or my portion of my Dad’s ashes (in our Green Acres Permaculture Village gardens (he was the one who cared for the family garden back when he was a kid), or my portion of social butterfly Mom’s ashes (in the Green acres Permaculture Village social area, flower gardens around the patio).

Where would I want my ashes scattered?

I used to think that what I’d want done with my ashes was for my descendants (two aging “kids” and two young adult grandkids) to hike up to Alice Lake in the Sawtooth Mountains of Idaho. Scatter my ashes there, in most magnificent lake I’ve ever camped at, a lake that holds extraordinary memories, both as a child and as an adult. However, the hike rises 6 miles from the valley floor, and only one of my descendants (granddaughter Kiera) either craves, or is accustomed to, long hikes in high mountains.

So ditch that idea. No, wait a minute. Make ’em suffer!

Hell no, Ann. Ditch that idea.

Hmmm . . Bury them in some kind of urn, again in a designated plot with a headstone in a formal cemetery — or in the back yard? Nah.

Actually, the more I learn about the energy required to fire up the old body . . .

. . . as well as the toxic fumes produced . . .

. . . I’d “rather die than” — be cremated.

So what’s left? Two positive solutions, and one extremely negative one. Let’s start with that one first. It’s called biosludge, and involves liquifying (rather than burning) human bodies . . . Oh oh, here we go, down the Soylent Green rabbit hole . . .

Wow, does anyone make a distinction between vaccinated and unvaccinated bodies before liquifying. I.e., could there be such a thing as “purebody” recognized, and at the very least, used to claim that crops grown from “purebody” sludge are less likely to harm?

Well, of course not, Ann.

At any rate, notice that with the overall death rate increasing already, and expected to increase further over the next three to five years, just how bodies are disposed of will become a pressing issue. Speaking of which, here’s a meme that puts the “gun control” issue in context:

 

(And we know that VAERS undercounts by at least a factor of ten; some even say a hundredfold.)

Okay, let’s get off this morbid track and look at what can happen to the dead body in a permacultural context. Two solutions. One, green burial. This way of burial contains options. Here’s a website that discusses them.

https://www.verywellhealth.com/what-is-a-green-burial-1131911

Here’s another option, another type of permacultural burial altogether. I find it intensely interesting.